About a year ago, I was fiddling around, finding ways to touch my mom. And today, I can touch her whenever I want.I can command her to my side in the ...ed whenever I feel like to fuck her. Almost! Of course. And that’s not all. Soon I am going to be her secret husband. Every time I thought of it, it gave me an instant boner. Sometimes I was lucky to play with her waist and get a kiss. Sometimes, I had to wait to get privacy. As the days passed by, soon there was an announcement of Quarterly. Since that incident I had become much bold and started wearing open clothes which revealed much of my assets which surprised my parents also sometimes. Now the frequency of Anad and Rajiv to visit our house was also increased. Many times they didn’t get chance to play with me as there were parents and I enjoyed the situation when they were left them horny and empty handed.We 3 used to phone sex a lot. And especially after such incidents they phone sex with me and would always say that they will. ,” I groaned, trying to keep my noises to a minimum in case anyone walked in. Etta’s face was twisted in a fierce grimace as she vigorously drove herself up and down in my lap. I brushed aside her long, brown hair to kiss her neck as she leaned into my shoulder. “W-Why did you surprise me like that?” “I’ve been gagging for a fuck since we got off the plane,” Etta gasped as she continued to grind her hips against me. “Aaargh!” she cried out as, at the same time I felt a flood of wetness soaking. Board the plane - fly in the plane - get off the plane - etc. It gets to be so routine, and sometimes boring - though I very much like my work.On yesterday's flight, however, something different happened. My connecting flight was on a regional jet. As I boarded, and the flight attendant greeted me, I immediately recognized her. As the title of this story indicates, she was - indeed - an Indian princess (BTW: that's Eastern Indian, as in India). Her smile was great to see, and I warmed up inside.